Twisted Words

Captured

Ropes made of finest string

They threaten me to sing

For if I call out

They'll kill me before I shout

They watch me with greedy eyes

As I silently say goodbye

They love to see my pain

I'm going to miss the rain

I silently stare

Then they beat me with a chair

I never say a thing

They'd see it as a pleasant thing

Tears fall down my cheek

I just feel so weak

When I finally die

I feel my tears run dry